Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.